It wasn't often that Roxy had flashbacks. She tried so hard to repress her past, she'd have hoped that she'd erased every memory she carried with her like a disease.
She wasn't sure what sparked this, but all she could see was her brother pushing her to the side, stumbling, watching him hastily reach for his gun, just before he was mauled by some invisible creature she would later be able to identify as a hellhound.
She was positively in tears, muscle memory forcing her to reenact everything she did in the longest two minutes of her life. No! No, no, no! Jace!
When she came too, she saw Jericho on top of her. Well, sort of. Her vision was blurry from the tears. She was trembling in a way she rarely did.
"I tried to save him. I tried, but I couldn't see what was attacking him. I didn't know what to do... I just let him die. How could I let my own brother die?"